Chapter 112: A Great Day for the Harvest!

“Here we go!”

With a splash, Xiao Yi pulled a maple-white fish straight onto the shore.

Looking at this seven- or eight-pound white fish, Xiao Yi felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Xiao Yi’s standards had risen—he now favored white catfish or Arctic trout weighing twenty to thirty pounds; if he got lucky and caught one weighing forty or fifty pounds, that would be even better.

What could you even do with a seven- or eight-pound fish?

One meal, and you’d still need to add wild greens just to feed them all.

Wang Xing “...”

Liu Hong “...”

Jiang Yiyi “...”

At this moment, except for Wu En’s side, the other contestants all suddenly felt offended, as if by some unseen force.

“Snap!”

“Ooooh! Ooooh!”

After the white fish was pulled ashore, what happened next made Xiao Yi’s lips twitch involuntarily.

This little lynx, clearly in its curious phase of exploring the world, was instantly captivated by the white fish it had never seen before.

As soon as Xiao Yi pulled the fish ashore, the lynx trotted over on its tiny legs to watch the flopping fish.

But just as luck would have it, its little head got smacked by the fish’s tail.

It wobbled unsteadily, nearly fell over, and let out a pained “Ooooh!”

“This unlucky little thing didn’t inherit even a shred of its father’s wit or cunning—classic case of a tiger father, dog son.”

Xiao Yi couldn’t help muttering this as he watched, though the little thing’s foolishness looked oddly endearing.

Come to think of it, what does a creature this small need with wit or cunning? Cuteness is king!

Haven’t you seen how its parents were killed by an even smarter one over a scrap of food?

If this little thing could be brought back to China, countless beautiful girls would happily feed it fish and meat every day.

It’s already on the peak of feline destiny, living a life Xiao Yi himself envied in his dreams—this little guy just needs a ticket to China.

At the very least, Bai Lin, that busty rich lady, would definitely be willing to support it.

After the little one regained its senses, it cast a wary glance at the white fish still struggling to jump back into the lake.

Then it quickly scurried over to Xiao Yi’s legs, hugging them tightly, and growled threateningly at the fish, still shaken.

Xiao Yi “...”

Damn, what a textbook case of a fox borrowing a tiger’s might—so young and already mastered the essence. Promising. Can’t say this little thing isn’t smart.

But this scene instantly lit up the livestream chat.

“This little lynx is ridiculously cute—I really want to get one.”

“Same! I want to raise one too; it seems even more fun than keeping a cat.”

“Haha, the lynx really gets it—it understands the supreme law of survival in the wild: hug Xiao Shen’s leg, and you become Xiao Shen.”

“Have you ever seen a lynx playing fox borrowing a tiger’s might? If not, come watch now.”

“Secret question: where can I buy a little lynx?”

“Luoyang Public Security reminds you: no trade means the best protection for animals.”

“Ji City Public Security reminds you: lynxes are Class II protected animals in China. Any trade means you’ll receive the silver handcuffs award.”

“Xicheng Public Security reminds you: trading lynxes earns you a free prison meal package—enjoy rare labor happiness.”

“...”

“...”

While the chat was buzzing about how to get a little lynx,

the official team stationed in Xiao Yi’s livestream directly issued a friendly warning.

Viewers were stunned—of course, officials kept close tabs on this dangerous guy, Xiao Shen.

“Let’s go!”

“No, I’m staying!”

“Let’s go!”

“No, I’m staying!”

Compared to Xiao Yi’s livestream, which was now boring, Mu Tingwei’s livestream was lively.

At this moment, Mu Tingwei was struggling internally.

In his hand, he held a handful of dry grass, dropping one blade at a time onto the ground.

This morning, Mu Tingwei checked his hunting traps and found no snow rabbits.

This instantly shattered his morale—he began doubting whether his luck had run out.

He even entertained the idea of leaving the show.

After all, his goal so far had been half-achieved.

Mu Tingwei had slimmed from over two hundred pounds to one hundred and seventy.

For his height, he was no longer a chubby guy—he now looked more like a sturdy man.

It has to be said that every overweight person is a potential star; now that Mu Tingwei has lost weight, he even looks a bit handsome.

At the very least, when he went home for blind dates, he wouldn’t be instantly rejected by the girl’s first glance.

Honestly, used to constant good fortune, Mu Tingwei’s confidence had taken a hit from catching nothing today.

But with only ten days left until the reward zone, he wanted to push through these final ten days.

Then he’d not only be slim, but also walk away with 300,000 yuan—wouldn’t that be perfect?

So while wrestling with his thoughts, he randomly grabbed a handful of grass and started counting.

Since returning, he’d already counted three times!

First time: leave. Second time: stay. Third time: leave again.

But in the end, he never pressed the rescue button on his wrist.

Instead, he spoke toward the livestream:

This afternoon, he’d check his traps again—if there was still no prey,

then he’d... count the grass one final time to decide his fate.

“...”

“...”

Hearing this, viewers in Mu Tingwei’s livestream were left speechless.

Clearly, he still wanted to fight on, but acted like he was leaving today.

But everyone understood—ten days to earn 300,000 yuan? Who wouldn’t want to hold on?

Even if you had to eat grass, you’d endure these ten days!

But what left viewers even more speechless was:

When Mu Tingwei checked his traps that afternoon, one Arctic ground squirrel was already caught inside.

Some viewers marveled: clearly, this guy was the true son of the wilderness—the land wouldn’t let him starve even a single day.

Of course, after catching this Arctic ground squirrel, Mu Tingwei never mentioned leaving again.

He even felt he could push on for a few more days.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi’s afternoon haul was also quite good—he caught six fish, totaling over ninety pounds of food.

Seeing his haul, Xiao Yi was very satisfied.

But the two little creatures beside him were now much quieter.

Xiao Yi’s fish-skinning technique was so skilled that it frightened them.

They feared he might do the same to them!

However, Huang Mao’s two little followers had tracked down Xiao Yi’s scent that afternoon.

Seeing Huang Mao and the lynx were still alive, they happily leapt around in the trees.

But with Xiao Yi present, they dared not approach—only waved from afar.

Huang Mao and the lynx trotted over; Xiao Yi didn’t mind.

These two had only been with him for a day—no real bond yet. Even if they ran off now, he wouldn’t care.